My main character in the story I'm currently writing is a mad scientist, and i think he must be rubbing off on me.

I caught one hell of a nasty cold from the family festivities last weekend -- it started last night, with me feeling woozy and completely out of it, but I figured that it was my body protesting all the running around and physical effort involved in having family festivities with ten adults and five little kids. (I suppose my first clue should have been when it hit me like a ton of bricks, and left me stumbling about my apartment at 9:30 going, "God...What the hell. I'm SO TIRED!")

I woke up this morning with a sore throat, but other than that, feeling pretty much okay, but as the day progressed, I felt worse by the minute. And that's where the mad scientist comes in, because my first thought (okay...my first thought after, "Son of a BITCH" and "Oh God, this sucks" ;) ) was, "...Wow. It's really kind of fascinating watching how this is progressing, in such an obvious and observable way."

Then I came home and got the dry heaves and it started being a whole lot less fascinating. :P